Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.